I have often argued for some greater method of truth in this world. Some times I have espoused the possibility that everyone has one great nugget of the stuff which they are born with and it’s their duty to spread it unto all the rest of the world. Some times, Truth, capitalized to give it that ultimate power of the purest portion of the idea, must be hammered into my foes with a viciousness that harms lives.
I’m not fond of harming the lives of other people. But I do it to the people I hold closest and dearest to myself with a nearly psychotic abandon. What the fuck hope to you think you have of escaping my wrath?
I am not a hateful person, I am an angry person. I am not a person who thinks that no joy or happiness can exist, I am a person who demands that you earn your joy and happiness.
The True purpose and end of life is not to be happy. It is not to be content, it is not to be the only person who has something while everyone else goes without.
The True purpose of life is to see as many of the ugly, mean, bitter, hateful, pointless, sad, downtrodden, wonderful, insightful, athletic, broken, charming, wretched, spontaneous, fantastic, people around you to the end.
Life is a race, and the finish line is meant to be crossed by everyone.
So get off your complacent asses and turn around and help the person next to you. They may be someone who really deserves it. They may be the last person you ever want to spend 10 minutes alone with, but they are a fellow human being and it’s your eternal destiny to see them through this shit.
I don’t care that it’s hard. I’m not always good at it myself. But the Truth of the matter remains the same.
Everyone is in need of some form of redemption, everyone gets to finish the race, and nobody cares who gets their first or last as long as there are people waiting for you with some kinda refreshing beverage when you do.
Goodnight.
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